Sith-inspired custom neopixel green lightsaber features weathered finish with crimson accents, Nightsister heritage motifs and runes

Sisters and Brothers of the Night, gather close and give ear.

I will tell a story of death, survival, and an all-consuming hunger for revenge.

It all began when that arrogant cyborg fouled our world with his clawed feet and senseless army. At the whim of his master, he poured forth his wrath until our blood watered the roots of the grave throne and soaked the leaves of the lesset.

When the clanking metal hoard was finally called away, they left behind a fatal mistake – survivors. Deep inside of one, a hunger grew, and she swore that those who slaughtered her kin would suffer tenfold.

But she needed the perfect weapon, something that would humiliate and eviscerate her prey. She needed a lightsaber – because what vengeance is sweeter than surpassing your enemy in their own craft?

Take away that pride, and in death they will truly have nothing.

Through harrowing trial and tribulation, she forged a hilt piece by piece. She soaked a stolen kyber crystal in magical ichor, etched our heritage into its surface, and infused the metal with her crimson hate.

As her talent for wielding the saber grew, so did her hunger. She found death by the magick-infused blade alone too peaceful – they needed to suffer as her sisters had suffered. So, she attached to the emitter three savage claws, and when the hunger was particularly fierce, she would rend her foes limb from limb without even igniting the blade.

That hunger devoured every part of her, and gradually the target of her wrath no longer mattered – it is as if she held the universe itself responsible for the massacre of her sisters, and all would pay. It is said that this sister still haunts the rocky cliffs and twisted woods, slinking among the shadows, lurking just out of the corner of your eye.

So beware – beware the flash of a sharp edge and a fiery jet of magick, for you may be held accountable for the sins of the galaxy at the end of a blazing saber.

Beware – beware the “Witchblade”.

Do you seek this weapon? Then you are both brave and lucky, because you can obtain it in two sleeps – on the twelfth day, of the tenth month, at the ninth hour of the night as told by the clocks of eastern daylight.